I am still alive!
We had a wonderful New Years Eve. We rang in the new year with friends and singing and laughter and at least twenty puffs on the good ol’ albuterol. Too much excitement these old lungs, I suppose.
Gene is gone right now. He flew to Colorado to help drive his brother to California. They left this morning sometime around 7 AM and are supposed to arrive at his parent’s house sometime around 4-5 AM. It was an out-of-nowhere trip due to some family problems his brother is having. I would have gone but a plane ticket for myself would probably have been a waste of time. Plus, due to the circumstances, I think just having Gene there is a good thing.
Anyway, regardless of all of the issues, I am missing him terrible. And I use the word terrible VERY strongly. I’ve cried more in the last 24 hours than I have in a long time. Some of it is due to missing him so much and some of it is due to me having to endure things alone that I usually don’t have to. Emma is ill and I had to take her to the vet today, alone. Last night my back was effed up big time and I had to endure that, alone. I banged the CRAP out of my toe this evening and I had to endure that, alone. I woke up this morning to a house full of diarrhea (Emma!) and I had to endure that, alone. It is all tiny, minuscule crap that doesn’t even really matter in the grand scheme of things. But when you are used to having someone by your side ALL OF THE TIME and they are always there, it is such a shock when they are gone.
Gene is not only my fiance but he is also my best friend. I hear women get so excited when their spouses leave to go on business trips or out of town for other reasons and I honestly can’t see myself EVER being like that. I have so much fun with Gene, both as lovers and as friends. We always laugh together and have such a blast. I tell him absolutely everything, whether he wants to hear it or not ;) And gees it is a shock to the system when that one dependent person is gone for a little while!
Needless to say, I want him back right now! He probably isn’t coming back until late Saturday night or Sunday night. Selfishly, I wish he would come back on Saturday night… But I also want him to be able to spend some time with his family while he is there.
Well, better head off to bed. To another cold and lonely night. Oh and I don’t know if I mentioned it or not but I finally broke out my sewing machine and have spent WAY too much money on supplies and fabric.